Story of a Flower

Once , I was a beautiful flower ,But now I am just a stemIt’s really uncanny thing That I am passing byMy surrounding just seem to pester me nowMy colors are uglyI wanna throw them away,Didn’t like my shades of grey.

I wanted to be chosen by someone specialBut , that was my imbecility..

No , I don’t wanted to look like other flowersJust me but good looking MeWas all I really wanted

Yes , one day I will fly away Wind will blowTill then you come tooAnd pluck me away !!